Napoleon woke up under the blankets, on his side. He didn't feel Illya next to him, but he could feel the warm indentation on the mattress nearby.

"Illya?" He sat up, only slightly concerned.

The door from their bathroom opened, and a wet blond head peered out, grinning. "I didn't go far."

Napoleon smiled back, then fumbled for his watch. "Hey... we're going to miss dinner if we don't hurry."

"Well, then you'd better get dressed." Illya stepped out into the main room, towelling his hair off. "As long as you're over there, will you hand me my... you know."

He chuckled. "Right. Here's your robe, and here are your boxers, though I really don't think you need them."

"If I am going to be out, I will need them. If I so much as step in front of a window in this garment, little is left to the imagination. Being out of doors, at sunset..." He shuddered. "I will most definitely not be going without them."

Napoleon shrugged. "I might appreciate it if you did."

"Other people will not. They will be trying to eat." His head popped out of the neck of the robe, and Napoleon surprised him with a quick kiss. "You are impossible."

"I know, but you put up with me."

"I wouldn't, if I wasn't so madly in love with you." Illya smiled, leaning against his partner, letting a strong pair of arms support him. "In fact, I am just so in love with you, I may let you kiss me again."

"Very generous of you..." Napoleon murmured, nibbling at Illya's lower lip.

"Mm-- I said 'I may'."

"Of course you may, and I wish you would."

"That's not what I--mmf!" He was cut off by yet another meeting of mouths, and this time he decided not to fight it. After all, it was so nice... and Napoleon was so... so Napoleon. And they hadn't made love in three hours, so really, it was--

It was time for dinner. He stopped the kiss.

"Illya..." Napoleon pouted, nuzzling his lover's ear as the delectable mouth was removed from his reach.

"If we miss dinner, we will have to drive all the way out to town before tomorrow morning, and we don't know the restaurants."

He sighed and released the smaller man, picking up his own 'costume'. "You're right, you're right... besides, maybe someone here knows something."

"Behave during dinner, and we'll see about afterwards." Illya bribed. "And once this mission is over, perhaps we will have earned a long weekend off."

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Between dinner and dessert, Napoleon and Illya met behind the kitchen.

"So what did you find out about the guests?" The blond whispered, placing his dishes on a cart by the door.

"There are two screenwriters, one of them brought his wife. There's a magician, a Japanese businessman, a poet, a doctor specializing in holistic medicine, and an American businessman. The two screenwriters know each other, the magician, and the poet. The doctor treats the married screenwriter, and the Japanese businessman has seen the magician perform, but they've never met. The wife of the first screenwriter is related to the proprietess of the bed and breakfast. The dinner theatre that the magician works at had a benefit where they raffled off tickets to the bed and breakfast, and that's where the Japanese businessman got his."

"Very thorough job." Illya nodded. "While taking my dinner apart from the others, I spoke with the gardener, where I found out that magician and the poet are brothers, and his sons, to boot. The Japanese businessman brought his personal secretary, who was sick, and came out back. He had an almost bluish tinge to his face, and felt sick to his stomach, as well as fatigued. There are two more guests staying at the bed and breakfast, who went into town for dinner, a pastor and his wife."

Napoleon smiled admiringly. "You did pretty well, yourself." He gave their surroundings a quick lookover, and kissed Illya on the cheek.

"Napoleon! Behave yourself! Anyone could see..."

"I checked."

Illya blushed. "Well... just-- make sure that-- I mean, really."

"If you didn't get so cute when you're flustered, I might not be so tempted."

"Back to dinner?"

"Right. I hear there's pie for dessert." One last squeeze to his partner's upper arm, and Napoleon headed back to the table. Illya watched him go, still standing by the kitchen's rear door.

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